Today is the 13th April 2011 . Wondering if it's PMS that make me wanna blog or something else which i have no idea about .

I've been here for about 3 months, and still not getting the hang of it . Hiding in my bunk everyday, Facebook-ing the whole afternoon waiting for my husband to be back . But it seems that these lonely days has done much more than feeling bored to me . I think so much everyday, sometimes i really think i need a doctor .

I think about the times when my home was still next door to my granny's . The days when we slept together on the floor . When we watched TV as a family, have dinner running around, played games along the corridor . Then it was time to move to a new home . I was young, but i knew i didn't wanna move, i had so much fun there . I couldn't let out my sadness, until that very night, when my late uncle held me in front of him and asked me if i would miss him after we moved away . I instantly cried, so he hugged me and comfort me, everybody was looking, especially my cousins .

My late uncle used to cook mee sua, and whenever he cooked them, he'd shared some with me when im around .

New home now, everything was so fine, Mum looked vibrant in every photo, especially those birthday ones . Those days, we had little pocket money, 2 bucks a day, maybe more for late times in school . But i never asked for extra money, not even a cent when Mum forgot to give me . Going hungry in school was common for me . I saved up pretty much, dug my piggy bank a coupla times when i need cash for school outings and books . When Mum or Dad's birthday came up, we'd take the chance to buy a small cake when they're out ( coz we hadn't enough for a big one ), and surprise them when they came back through the door . We'd even make their bed for when they turn in at night, they'll find their pillow firmer than usual, then flipped it up to find our hand made birthday cards and gifts for them .

We played silly games, did stupid things and finished assessment books .

Now we've all grown up, have our own stuffs to meddle with, uncle passed away . We all realized what growing up feels like . Everything changes . Home wasn't the same anymore, everyone does their own things, we hardly laugh like we used to . We got so much more ''peace'' now .

And i'm moving out again, this time, moving into one apartment that my husband and me shares . And what do we have left at home; lesser now .

And i always hate to go . Always ...